Here's a song for 'clean machine Kevin Majorca' これはまーだーケヴィンがーマーヨーオカいた時 He's found his own way of 'live in Majorca' やつはマーヨーオーカでー生きようとしたらしー Don't walk, don't drink 出歩かねえ 酒もねえ Don't talk, just think 喋らねえ だーけどー Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon 空か地獄か 逝けそうだー
(良かったら続きお願いします) Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill At least as long as he lies perfectly still He eats brown rice and fish - how nice Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon
Good and bad go so well together in his tunes He wrote a song and called it the weather - or not He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir Waiting for something that's already there Heaven on Earth or is it the moon?
Why, why, why is he sleeping? Why is the trumpeter weeping? Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying
We've got something to tell you Hold on we wanted to thrill you Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter
Kevin on Earth there'll be one Kevin on Earth make room for one Kevin himself he'll be in Kevin on Earth, be here Or you could be now Or is he found, in Herne Bay...